My voice never really broke.
It just gradually descended, and it didn't have far to go. And no, I don't currently sound like a girl.

Combined with my singing 'skills', this meant that when our primary school class was contracted to perform a few songs for the anniversary celebration of the children's hospital next door, I was taken aside by my teacher and tactfully instructed that those with 'voices like foghorns' were, preferably, just to mime singing during the concert. As far as I remember, I was the only one told this.

Of course, being a contrary little tyke, I ended up being discreetly hustled off the outdoor stage and back into the audience somewhere in the gap between songs one and two. I think they positioned me on the edge of the group for this very reason.

Later in life, I once performed "Sympathy for the Devil" in a bar that had not, as yet in the night, been graced with an overabundance of excellent karaoke singers, only to get absolutely no reaction from the audience other than stares and meaningful drink-sipping. Even the fourteen squealing unsynchronised bints who'd murdered a Tom Waites song had got some applause.

As a result of these and similar experiences, I've accepted that the world needs to be forced to appreciate my extraordinary singing talents, and I sing loudly at the least opportunity until they finally understand that I'm actually really good at it. Oh yes, I'll show them.
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Fri 19 Aug 2011, 11:09, 2 replies)

Good for you!
I've never let talent get in the way of singing and, on the very rare occasion I've sung for an audience, my awful voice has only added to the entertainment.
( SteamedCleaner, Fri 19 Aug 2011, 12:16, closed)

pity
sympathy for the devil is in my current top ten
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 19 Aug 2011, 14:52, closed)